HE’S totally lost track of time again, hasn’t he ?
The thought only occurs to him because he happened to look up to find the source of an abrupt sound, only to realize it’s dark out and he’s the only one around. Ritsuka isn’t as surprised as he should be; after all, he and his twin burn the midnight oil at the library so often that they might as well be entrusted to close up when they leave at this point. … But then, if that’s the case, what was the source of that noise ?
He rubs at his eye with the side of his fist and continues to glance this way and that, but nothing particularly unusual sticks out. It’s only when he’s just about to resign himself to it being a figment of his imagination, glancing down towards his open book, that he catches movement. A book just opposite him on the table flips open, a motion so swift and unexpectedly loud that he can’t help but make some kind of noise ( the sort of noise he’s never heard before in his life ) and rear back in his chair.
❛ EEE— ❜ Ah. The answer dawns on him a moment too late. There was a person sitting opposite him; he’d just failed to notice at first due to his own obnoxiously tall stack of books blocking his view. There was no recovering from this one, was there ?
❛ Ah— Ahem. Hm... ❜ He should just let it be. Maybe if he buries his face back into his reading, the stranger will just let him quietly cringe inward in peace. … Come to think of it, they were pretty bundled up for such a toasty library...
@falsifaed : subversion a.